"Love"
The love of the most innocent
Beyond measure and without consent
Is increasiningly common among
The dreams of the past.
Without the love of the child
That walks by your door every night
And sleeps by your side within
The cavities of your heartbroken
Soul,
The world pulses with delight
At the evanescent appearance of
The pure lily within our essence.
No mind
Is without love and
No heart
Without consent...
Contracts beneath the flesh,
Expected of today.
I am this child
Beneath your lie, beneath
Your mind of thoughts, not your tears, angst, or sacrifices.
Come back to me, your life is mine, as well as yours.
But tonight, lies will fade, and nothing exists between us.
2007-07-30
03:24:19
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Anthony C
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➔ Poetry
The child within us needs
To appear,
For our comfort.
Life is harsh, as we grow older.
The child will never die within us.
2007-07-30
03:44:58 ·
update #1